To Melt Away
For years and years, I wandered,
never touching anyone’s life.
Then one day I did
and the trend seemed
to go on without end.
I extended a hand of friendship
to everyone that I did meet,
helped them with their problems
of which their lives were beset.
Some tell me I should stop doing this
as it will cause me more stress in my life,
but how can helping another human being
ever bring stress to another life.
How can it be stressful
when you feel the joy they feel
when their problems
seem to melt away into thin air?
14 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Fly With Me
You are miles away from me
Come here baby and
Fly with me
So we can go all over the world and
Explore the beautiful citys, culture,
Land and everything we will enjoy about it
Our love will keep us flying and having fun
Don't stop yet
I want to keep going so
Fly with me
Until we feel tired
Let's get away from all our
Problems, stress and everyone
Just feel relax and calm
Come on with me and fly like bird or plane
Let's act silly and crazy while we can
Come smell the breeze and
See everything from up the sky
You couldn't see before
You be amaze and like it
Sleep on the cloud
Forget everything and be with each other
Forever and ever
We are inseparable
This only come in once life time
Take my hand, come and
Fly with me
poem by Christina Phan
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Resolved Like Moves In Chess
a stress issue
can be resolved
like moves in chess
same with some problems
same with life problems
discuss as issues merits
offer a few options
we know within ourselves
not only the best solutions
but cop out solutions
half baked solutions
who chooses real solutions?
we could use the phrase
man up and bit the bullet
or chill let problems flow over us?
sometimes
doing nothing
is as bad or worse
than making a mistake
but with a little reflection
you can resolve your stress issues
identify sources
your real desired outcomes
suffer consequences or reap rewards?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
Ive been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
Wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away since I dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems.
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem
I've been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
been dreamin of gettin away since i dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, No shirt, No problems
Blues what blues..hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Tell All Stress to Beat It
Do not release from you the need,
To uncover opportunity.
That which is within your reach.
Seek that life you wish to live!
Awaken from sleep to realize your dreams.
Keep real those dreams you feel.
Just know your dreams are real.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to beat it!
Keep real those dreams you feel.
Just know your dreams are real.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to leave from your home.
Do not release from you the need,
To uncover opportunity.
That which is within your reach.
Seek that life you wish to live!
Awaken from sleep to realize your dreams.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to leave you.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to leave you alone!
Don't dare condone it.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
Make it known you're through moaning.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
Show those dreams you claim and own.
And tell all stress to beat it.
You tell that stress to leave you alone!
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to beat it.
You tell that stress to leave you alone!
It's just that simple.
You tell that stress to beat it.
Tell all stress to leave you alone!
It's just that simple.
Yes!
You tell that stress to beat it.
Tell all stress to leave from your home!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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STRESS (Life Poem)
Stress is living life in a self-inflating balloon
From airless to full is the excitement in life
Increasing pressure is a tension of colour
Stress filled is not stressful in this party of life
With survival a knack of avoiding sharp objects
And where excessive inflation will inevitably
Cause an instant deflation in very small pieces
Of the dreams and goals which are life today
And like Humpty in pieces these cannot
Be easily put back together again.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Stressful Love
Where to begin all in a spin
Stress, lies, bills, pressure
they are mounting, like a bounty
never enough money
working, working so endlessly
headaches, sleepless nights
searching for answers
that never come, what has become
a endless story, with no end
pressure building, stress growing
brain running, stop resting
blood broiling, heart racing
no where to go, no one to talk to
no help in sight, future not bright
tough road ahead, time to amend
finding time to relax, getting the right faxes
answering the problems in the head
looking for leads, to relieve
no more stress, no more pressure
stop the lies, pay the bills
life will rebuild
things will get better
you'll see in my letter
the answer is love
poem by Michael Peterson
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Why Cant We Make It Through
Why cant we make it through after all these years with no more problems no
More problems I used to love ya before ya started cheatin on cheatin me so then
I asked my self why cant we make it through after all these years with no more
Problems no more problems and then I asked ya why did ya call beth u said u ate
Her out and then she gave you aids and then u humped me and then I asked ya why
Did ya mess wit mary j. blige u said why cant me make it through after all
These years with no more problems no more problems repeat chorus out
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Old Friends
Through the years that I have wandered,
I have left a lot behind.
I have left all those old friends of mine.
Some have passed on to heaven,
some still remain who I see occasionally,
but for those who have gone
and I will never see anymore
this poem is just for them.
Their names shine across my memory
for now and always.
I can only hope they are looking down
as I write telling the world of their friendship
that I had as I grew through my life.
How they helped me overcome
at times torment and strife,
and encouraged me to better life
when I needed it the most.
When the world seemed unfair,
for me they were there.
For some I never had a chance
to say a final goodbye.
They were here and then gone
in the wink of an eye,
but the legacy of their friendship
still remains in my heart and memory,
for so I live, they will never be forgotten by me.
1 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: Wherefrom Life’s Evils Come
Man, take away the women off your life!
Half your problems vanish into thin air;
And live a life centered around your wife;
Just do the things aright that you can bear.
Woman, forget the men who surround you!
How of your problems arise from near here;
Just love your husband wholeheartedly too,
Forgiving if he should any time err.
O human beings, money is evil;
You can’t be slave to money, yet serve God;
Wealth can’t solve all problems nor the devil;
Wealth can’t spare you from the Almighty’s rod.
So, live your earthly life with wisdom, man;
And live your life true to just one woman.
9-8-2002
poem by John Celes
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A Legacy
Sometimes we meet someone
through a family member
and immediately there is an attraction,
not a physical one,
but something much deeper.
As time passes, friendship ensues
and the person teaches you things
that you will never forget.
They help you through the awkward years
from teenager to adulthood.
You mature beyond your years
without losing your individuality.
I know this is true as it happened to me.
There was no song and dance,
just two lonely people meeting,
taking a chance on friendship,
gathering memories as they went.
Then illness overtook the elder
and they had to move away.
The younger never got the chance
to say a goodbye.
A chance meeting years later
at a busy bus stop brought pain
with the acknowledgement
they would never meet again,
knowing he could never say
just how much she had meant to him,
how their friendship had enriched his life
and helped him grow
even as he grew older.
Her memory remained alive,
which helped him through the difficult times
to go on and survive.
God had taken her to his side,
the reason he did not know why,
but in her passing she left so much behind.
She helped too much to mention
so her kindness he could pass on.
A legacy we all want to leave
and hope we are that strong.
16 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Warmth Again
Icy heart
Warm heart.
The icy-hearted person feels nothing,
The warm-hearted person feels too much.
And most of the time, that person doesn't want to feel anymore.
I've an ice-cold heart, but I'm warm-hearted.
Why do I feel so cold?
I'm fifteen years old, but I feel like an old lady.
Why do I feel so old?
Cold heart,
Old heart,
Why can't I feel warm again?
Cold heart,
Old heart,
Why can't someone warm me up again?
Fifteen.
Back problems, foot problems, heart problems and more!
Asthma problems, leg problems, chest pain galore!
Help me out of this wreck of a body, kind sir...
Help me out of this wreck of a body, kind
Sir!
I'm fifteen years old, but I feel like an old lady.
Why do I feel so old?
Cold heart,
Old heart,
Why can't I feel young again?
Cold heart,
Old heart,
Can you make me feel myself again?
Dear Great One, please help me
Down here on Earth, sitting here I wait
to feel like myself again.
I've an ice-cold heart, but I'm warm-hearted.
Why do I feel so cold?
I'm fifteen years old, but I feel like an old lady.
Why do I feel so old?
Cold heart,
Old heart,
Why can't I feel warm again?
Why can't I feel young again?
Cold heart,
Old heart,
Why can't someone warm me up again?
Can you make me myself again?
Maybe someday...I'll feel myself again.
poem by Raven Lightner
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Best Years Of My Life (Album Version)
(Will Jennings/Stephen Allen Davis)
Everytime I feel how life goes by
I recall the scenes that never die
One fine day
One fine night
You loving me
On and on and on
We took our love as far as love can go
You've given me the best years of my life
When I play my memories again
I feel all the pleasure and the pain
Love can hurt
Love can heal
Oh, how we hurt and healed ourselves again
We took our souls as far as souls can go
You've given me the best years of my life
You've given me the best years of my life
Bring on the storm
We'll see it through
We'll take it all
All life can do
Right to the end
We'll say let's begin
You've given me the best years of my life
I wanna thank you
I wanna thank you
You've given me the best years of my life
I wanna thank you
For the best years of my life
song performed by by Diana Ross
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We're All Different, Not Disabled
If you class yourself as ‘'normal',
Why are you not aware,
That all of us are different,
So why the need to stare.
What does being ‘' normal'' mean?
Exactly how is it defined?
If you don't fit the stereotype,
Does it merit you being maligned?
We didn't ask to be this way,
But life's challenges we accept,
We work and laugh the same as you,
Truth is we're quite adept.
Some individuals are born this way,
Others by sheer chance,
By treating us all as equals,
Our lives you will enhance.
Try not to be judgemental,
There's more to life than wealth,
If we had the chance to choose,
We'd rather have good health.
We have our partners some have kids,
The mortgage and the stress,
Our lives are much the same as yours,
Same problems more or less.
We go out to our work each day,
We socialise and play,
Pay our dues the way you do
There is no other way.
When you're in our company,
This should hold no fear,
You can talk to us directly,
Some of us can hear.
When we try to integrate,
You will always get the clown,
Who'll look at you and comment?
‘' They should have that put down ''.
None of us are perfect,
All human beings have flaws,
So think about the damage,
Remarks like that can cause.
Some say we've got it easy,
We come out on top,
If you really think that,
With you we'd gladly swap.
We may be in a wheelchair,
Some can barely walk,
There are the blind and infirm,
Those who can't hear or talk.
Some have problems mentally,
But like us they want to survive,
If we take the time to help them,
They can be glad they are alive.
Disadvantages are prevalent,
They come in all shapes and sizes,
Both the mental and physical,
Appear in many guises.
This is true of life itself,
That's why we're all unique,
Just think if we were all the same,
We'd have our troubles to seek.
We all have problems of our own,
You know that to be true,
Regardless of your troubles,
We will not look down on you.
Try not to treat us differently,
We don't ask for any favours,
Being treated as an equal,
Is what everybody savours?
We just ask you to be considerate,
Try not be all seeing,
When you look at me I want you to see,
Just another human being.
If you want to get to know the facts,
Then get your questions tabled,
Like every living thing on earth,
‘' We're All Different, Not Disabled ''.
Money Is But A False God
This very word can bring such joy,
It can also cause us such fear,
Lift you up yet it can also destroy,
Make you smile or even shed a tear.
It's something we claim we can't live without,
Yet it causes us all so much stress,
Worshippers of this God are so devout,
Do you love it, they'll always say yes.
Some will have plenty while others do not,
Those without are the most in need,
The ones who have plenty keep all they've got,
They become over obsessed with greed.
This stuff will not make you happy,
Contrary to what they might say,
If you lose it you will feel quite snappy,
It's guaranteed to lead you astray.
It will never bring you love or peace,
That can only come from within,
Without it all world problems would cease,
It's the cause of all major sin.
It's the one true cause of world wars,
Disputes of every kind,
The poor and weak it really abhors,
It can make an honest man blind.
This cannot give you the gift of life,
It won't adhere you to family and friends,
Though it can and will be the cause of strife,
When your life finally ends.
People worship it all over the Earth,
They really need to ask why,
For when it's time for your ship to berth,
It's no use to you when you die.
It can bring down institutions,
Force our world governments to fail,
It causes more problems than solutions,
Yet to some it's the Holy Grail,
It's the root of all evil we know that is true,
Why we worship it is really quite odd,
Health and happiness it will never accrue.
That's why,
‘' Money Is But A False God ‘'
A Helping Hand
In the distance a lonely bell,
tolls a solemn beat,
for a weary stranger,
who has lost a foothold,
on life’s road that’s steep,
but with a helping hand,
he can get up to his feet again.
Whenever we feel troubled by life’s many toils,
and feel we have been beaten
beyond anyone’s repair,
exhausted by circumstances,
over which we have no control,
but know that with a helping hand
we could make another stand.
Therefore, on our life’s journey,
if we chance to meet a weary stranger
who could use a helping hand,
let us hold out ours,
to give him the strength to carry on.
In doing this kind deed,
he may return the favour in our time of need.
poem by David Harris
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Problems (feat. Koffee Brown)
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
situations hard to handle
got me goin out ofmy head
theres so much pressure
i just cant deal
you think its all about you
and that sex appeal
but i got problems
(slickin around on the "L" to the hotel all around town) let me know
(whos it gonna be him or me)
it cant be three
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your girl today
here we are
the two of us together
takin this crazy chance
to be all alone
my man dont know
that we been lovin eachother
cuz if he found out
we'll have nothin
nothin but
Problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
said can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
song performed by by Next
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Infancy Cry...
Why can't I live with the love and the bliss,
It always dices me with tremendous stress,
We are the infants for the Almighty God,
Stuck always into the deserted cause,
Then we are alone, we know whom we need,
Then someone should be ready for a mutual deed,
Being alone could be like crushing a majestic wall,
But can we go against the nature's call,
Then we feel the attainment of renunciation stage,
But its premature nirvana and illusions in waste,
Its when we curse thee to be so stupid,
Lets face our problems and be our own cupid,
There are problems I suppose you know them,
Life is travel full of wicked games,
But don't try to find way under the pretext of Divine Escapism,
This is not a sacred book,
Here you have to work it,
This is what is to be dynamic,
This is being alone and you need to Face it...
poem by Vikrant Jog
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The Best Years Of My Life
(will jennings/stephen allen davis)
Everytime I feel how life goes by
I recall the scenes that never die
One fine day
One fine night
You loving me
On and on and on
We took our love as far as love can go
Youve given me the best years of my life
When I play my memories again
I feel all the pleasure and the pain
Love can hurt
Love can heal
Oh, how we hurt and healed ourselves again
We took our souls as far as souls can go
Youve given me the best years of my life
Youve given me the best years of my life
Bring on the storm
Well see it through
Well take it all
All life can do
Right to the end
Well say lets begin
Youve given me the best years of my life
I wanna thank you
I wanna thank you
Youve given me the best years of my life
I wanna thank you
For the best years of my life
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Troubled Times
Im sick of it, all this violence and war in front of my eyes
But ill never escape it as long as im under these skies
These are troubled times that we living in
And everything around me makes me feel like giving in
I got a ton of; problems and head full of stress
The visions and the voices makes me think im possed
Get it off my chest cause I gotta struggle on
Were in our last days what the hell is going on
Answers to questions that im never gonna find
But I cant stop this from eating away at my mind
I want shut my eyes till the day that I die
Cause almost everything I was ever told was a lie
So I got to get a plan cause there is no hope
I got to change my life but I no I really wont
Everyday I wake up is like a\knife to my throat
With out a life jacket just trying to stay a float
poem by Nic Hillen
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